William Stanley Braithwaite, ed. The Book of Elizabethan Verse. 1907. Love Guards the Roses of Thy Lips
By Thomas Lodge (15581625)
L OVE 1 guards the roses of thy lips
And flies about them like a bee;
If I approach he forward skips,
And if I kiss he stingeth me.
Love in thine eyes doth build his tower, 5
And sleeps within his pretty shrine;
And if I look the boy will lower,
And from their orbs shoot shafts divine.
Love works thy heart within his fire,
And in my tears doth firm the same; 10
And if I tempt it will retire,
And of my plaints doth make a game.
Love, let me cull her choicest flowers;
And pity me, and calm her eye;
Make soft her heart, dissolve her lowers; 15
Then will I praise thy deity.
But if thou do not, Love, Ill truly serve her In spite of thee, and by firm faith deserve her.
From Lodges Note 1. Phillis. Love guides the roses, is the reading of the old editions. Mr. Bullen thinks guides a misprint for guildes; guards, however, is even more obvious (Quiller-Couch), and is generally given, though Prof. Schelling has gilds. [ back]